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Ehh~? Another quickie? Is that really all y’want to do again? Don’t you like, wanna see what else I got up my sleeve?

If it’s not too much then…sure I guess...you really are pumped for this sort of shizz huh?

Why d’ya think they call me Creati? Actually…don’t answer that, I think it’d be best to show ya instead~

Momo Yaoyorozu’s claim to fame had been Creation. The Quirk she was born with and one that allowed her to fill both support and offensive roles in any given situation thanks to a notable list of supplementary skills and talents that made her an all rounder worthy of the respect she had worked hard to garner ever since the dream to become a Pro Hero had instilled itself within her bright and bubbly soul. An enthusiasm that had carried her far on the strenuous road toward achieving that dream.

Unfortunately for the fledgling heroine however, not even the fiercest of ambitions could shift her away from an oncoming collision with an insurmountable obstacle that awaited her out there in the big bad world…and when said threat was an unseemly as a small insect looked to an overbearing predator, the Everything Hero's days in the spotlight were numbered unbeknownst to herself and those around her. Not even realizing she had been lured into a trap after attempting to nab a runaway thief who seemed to bungle his heist in spectacular fashion as if he wanted to be caught, failing to register that crucial fact despite herself as a swiftly generated set of caltrops released from the palm of her hands serve to cut off the would-be thief's only escape route, leaving him trapped and helpless before the Quirk empowered highschooler bearing down on him from the opposite end of an empty street.

She didn't like the way the shifty man seemed to eye her up and down with those confident eyes of his as she closed the distance while giving a stern order for him to give up. Being arrested wouldn’t make the average person ‘shine’ like that..unless…he wasn’t really in trouble at all? But even still, Momo knew she needed to apprehend the criminal before the situation escalated any further…and escalate they would, for the heroine’s lapse in concentration had allowed for the slinky thief to sneak a handful of strange, spherical objects out of his pocket before tossing them against the floor right at Momo's feet. Releasing multiple bursts of a noxious gas that quickly rises to encapsulate the entirety of the stunned heroine's graceful figure. Leaving her with just enough time to let out a yell of surprise before a dizzy wave overtakes her mind after a few seconds of exposure. Turning the tables in an instant as the cowardly man begins to encroach upon the stunned lady, smiling with every step as he watches her youthful complexion darken. Shading over oriental beige with a creamy chocolate hue that spreads in random splotches across the heroine's shifting form as she struggles to keep herself in the game. Losing ground with every passing moment to the foul miasma, feeling its corrosive influence beginning to do more than just tan her hide once her own body begins to rumble and pulse. Brimming with dark, sensual urges seeding themselves in the depths of her waning mind, spread by flaring veins loaded with this unknown contaminant until every last inch of her bursting body felt unusually…warm…and not in a bad way either, causing her to wail in denial within the confines of her spasming brain as thoughts that weren't her own begin to supplant her unheard protests amid the ongoing assault against her senses and physical form. Made worse once the victorious thief stands before the trembling maiden whose form had only become more tantalizingly perverse.

Momo could only shiver in fright upon feeling the man's coarse hand run the length of her back before sliding around the sides of a sucked in waistline widening outward into augmented hips and a remarkable ass that bounces to the jitter of fattened thighs and aching calves, savoring the feel of getting to tease a blubbery tummy as it bulges against the ill-fitting leotard that was her hero's outfit as it stretches itself to woeful lengths once yet more mass in the form of supple flesh and pliable fat inserts itself all over the imperiled woman's body. Standing limp and seemingly lost in a delightful stupor as an uncharacteristic giggle slips free from moistened lips in response to the man giving her core a firm slap. Eliciting a jiggly bounce from an aging Momo as the last of her former self finally fades. Cooing in orgasmic delight while neon purple bleeds over shimmering black locks of hair curling into alluring tufts. Losing that keen, yet wild look she used to have about her once a unique, flowery ponytail tumbles down the length of a sensual back as nothing more than the gaudy pomp of the foxy minx that had taken Momo Yaoyorozu's place in the world against her will. Muted, paralyzed and helpless to resist as the stranger puts his lips to hers in an act that seals her fate forevermore. Synapses thoroughly fried to oblivion, ensuring the complete erasure of the intelligent, powerful heroine she once was. Pleasure centers perpetually stimulated by the very air itself as a wayward breeze traveling between an eyecatching thigh gap causes the swollen lips and scarlet folds of a fattened pussy that had sheared through the now inadequate straps of her outfit to ooze it's nectar all over the dusty pavement below to the overwhelming arousal building within her from the mere linking of their tongues.

The twenty something year old woman dressed in the tattered remnants of some popular heroine’s outfit would never question the newfound faith she now felt for her boyfriend. Following him without question into the building after clearing out those weird, spiky balls lying around near the steps. Cursing whoever might’ve laid those pesky things out there for delaying her fun time with her darling dearest as they vanished into the structure. Giving the new gal plenty of time to change out of those atrocious clothes she was wearing and don something more fitting to her new calling in life now that everything that had to do with a boring old school for goody two shoes had left her head empty and vacant. Blank spots that had, after many months now, been filled in with the many unspeakable things she had done for and with her stud…a lengthy period of time for the lucky thief to know that the buxom babe formed from the shell of some righteous upstart wasn't going anywhere for the foreseeable future after having 'sampled' her many times now without a hint of her old self remaining behind those vapid eyes of hers as he watches her lean back against the nightstand in nothing more than skimpy stockings, a makeshift top that leaves plenty for him to thirst over and lace panties hugging her groin with skin tight firmness. Showcasing a subtle wet spot forming between the humps of a well oiled cameltoe as alluring eyes beckon him forward. Coaxing the small time thief’s mind off of another robbery as she lures him onto the sheets in anticipation of yet another showcase of her efficacy in the arts of debauched creativity, vestigial remnants drawn from a long lost self that no longer existed in the simple minded skank carrying on the title of Creati..for all the wrong reasons…

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